"So where is he?"

The ghost doctor said: "Not really, but he is coming soon, I can feel his presence, and he has no scruples......

"Ah, little master, are you here or not?"

"No, but he'll be here soon!" the ghost doctor seemed to know the little girl's mind, and it was no longer more inscrutable.

Mo Ying, however, suddenly became silent, and he quickly repeated the ghost doctor's words in his head.

Then he suddenly asked, "How can you still cultivate when the snow mountain qi and sea were exhausted, and what is the secret of this beast sword?" Master!"

The ghost doctor put down the wine gourd and said: "I have painstakingly studied medical skills, studied the snow mountain qi sea for many years, and I have not found out why the snow mountain qi sea after it was exhausted was able to heal quickly and be able to practice. I thought the secret must be in the mountains, but the old man still hadn't figured it out.

As for the secret of the beast sword, in addition to the introduction of the four swords, this sword needs to drink blood, drink a lot of blood, especially the blood of the strong, every time you drink a point, it is three inches stronger. The reason why this sword is called the Beast Teng Sword is that all beasts are afraid of it, and the holder can control all beasts. You're attached to it, and you're talented, so you must have seen some clues!"

After speaking, the ghost doctor sighed, in addition to helplessness in this sigh, he still failed to solve the problem of not knowing anything about the snow mountain qi sea and this waste.

He felt that his whole person had suddenly aged a lot. That's right, it's old. When he picked up the "Drunken Life Hundred Flavors" and took another sip, Mo Ying was shocked to see that the original black hair of this little master turned white in an instant.

Yan Yishan's eyes widened in surprise I don't know why, although I heard that my head was white overnight, but I didn't see it turn white in an instant, and I didn't know what to do for a while, so I had to move my eyes to the ink shadow.

Mo Ying grabbed the ghost doctor's arm with his hand and shook it twice before he said, "Old man, you see you sitting and drinking, drinking hard, look, your hair is white, right?"

After a pause, he continued: "Master, don't worry, the disciples and grandsons can't practice yet? Even the Snow Mountain Qi Sea is half-understood? Tell me about the Snow Mountain Qi Sea?"

As soon as the ghost doctor heard this, he knew that this kid was really elf, and if he knew the doctor, he would not know this?

In fact, Mo Ying really didn't know, he only knew the major acupoints around the human body, the strange acupoints, what strange meridians and eight veins, etc., for the name Snow Mountain Qi Sea, used in the cultivation world, it is still a superficial cognition.

The ghost doctor then spoke: "The twelve meridians of the human body and the two meridians of Ren and Du are the fourteen meridians, and the meridians are intricately extended, just like the snow-capped mountains, so they are called snow-capped mountains.

The human body has upper, middle and lower three dantians: the upper dantian is also called the "mud pill palace", which is the house of the Tibetan gods; the middle dantian is also called the "Jiang Palace", which is the house of the hidden qi; the lower dantian is called the "sea of qi" as the place where the essence is hidden, the source of vitality, and is called the sea of qi. Therefore, the two are called the sea of snow mountains and air. ”

After speaking, the ghost doctor looked at Mo Ying with a smile and said, "You kid understands medicine, you really don't know?"

Mo Ying smiled and said: "I changed my elegant name, but I haven't been able to jump out, plus I can't practice, I can't perceive, and I can't realize, so I don't know why it's true." ”

Mo Ying suddenly realized that this snow-capped mountain qi sea was like a big tree, full of branches and vines, some would be verdant and vigorous, and some would dry and rot, and not being able to practice was like a tree that could not grow well and could not die, just like himself. And being able to practice is like a towering tree, with lush branches and leaves. Mo Ying didn't know if it was right to understand this, anyway, the mess in his mind every day was like a mess of stars in the night sky.

What's even worse is that his mind is like a vast sky, filled with all things, and can find the rules of the connection between all things, and like the handsome face of the shirt, full of sunshine and cloudy days.

He was pondering, his face was full of clouds, and he shouted, "Fifth brother, what do you want?

Mo Ying replied casually, "Thinking about your face!"

He told the truth, which made Yanshan's face red, but fortunately, the darkness around her hid her shyness, and she suddenly felt that the days and nights with her fifth brother had become beautiful.

The night breeze blew, and there was some coolness in this medicineless pavilion, and the ink shadow suddenly became extremely clear, and he spoke: "Master, since that Immortal Poison Energy Qi Sea and Snow Mountain have been abolished to cultivate, can I? Or is there any other way besides the pill that Qi returns to the Heavenly Sea?"

The ghost doctor pondered for a moment and said, "According to the medical book, there is a method that may work, but I have never tried it!"

Saying that, the ghost doctor shook his head again and said, "No, no! This method is too dangerous, don't try!"

Only two words floated into Ink Shadow's ears, and everything else was simply ignored.

"How?" he asked.

The ghost doctor saw that his eyes were full of determination, so he said: "When you were thirteen years old, your hands and feet were useless, and your master Zhuge Wenwu tried every means to make you what you are now, it is not easy, and it is nothing more than changing to a master." If you really want to try, you need to break your limbs again, and then reconnect them, and then the master will dispense medicine for you to condition, so that you can reshape the snow mountain, and after recovery, then renew your chest everywhere with the Life Continuation Pill, restore the night of the cliff, and then use my ghost doctor magic needle to stimulate all the big points around the body, let it breathe freely, maybe it can have some effect!"

After the ghost doctor finished speaking, he ignored Yan Yi and Mo Ying, got up and entered the medicine reed by himself.

Leaving the worried and scared eyes of the shirt.

Yan shirt said: "No, little fifth brother, this is absolutely not good, the master said that it is just maybe, and how much does this hurt?"

Mo Ying was silent, and he grabbed Yan's shirt and rushed towards Yao Lu.

Seeing Shizun holding a broken book in his hand, I heard him muttering to himself: "This son is destined, and I am destined, the eighth generation disciple of Shenmo Pavilion, the ghost doctor and ghost cultivator, will pass on all the things he has learned in his life, and he can be regarded as a person who has inherited the mantle, I only hope that this son can benefit the common people in the future, bless me Datang!"

After speaking, he saw the ghost doctor salute the sky, turned around and said, "Shadow, come here!"

Mo Ying was pondering: "It turns out that the little master is called Ghost Cultivator!" This name is too explosive! He was surprised, and suddenly heard the ghost doctor say this, and was shocked again, looking at the ghost doctor's affirmative eyes, Mo Ying had to walk over and kneel down and salute respectfully.

The ghost doctor said: "You are the tenth generation disciple of my Shenmo Pavilion, and you can get the guidance of the master in the chance, and the master will give you this manuscript that records what the master has learned in his life.

Unexpectedly, Mo Ying said: "Little Master, I can't even cultivate, it's useless for you to give it to me! You should pass it on to the master or other disciples! My senior brother, the second senior brother is super good!"

The ghost doctor suddenly smiled with relief: "If you are not greedy, your heart is like stopping water, which is commendable! But maybe your understanding can find the method of passing through the snow mountains and the sea in this manuscript?"

As long as Mo Ying heard the words of this snow-capped mountain qi sea, there was incomparable fanaticism in his eyes, so he nodded and said, "That disciple is better to be respectful than to obey his fate!"

took the book, kowtowed, Mo Ying kicked the book into his arms, and asked again: "Master, the disciple of the method you said just now is willing to give it a try!"

The ghost doctor's face was embarrassed, he might have done it before he did it, but now, he is about to pass on what he has learned all his life to him, and he is already the heir of the mantle, and there are successors to the ghost doctor's magic needle, and he is really reluctant.

In fact, he himself is only fifty percent sure, in case of failure, will not harm his heirs? Zhuge Wenwu and other disciples are not allowed to use the word foolish to scold themselves to death?

He shook his head desperately and said, "That's what Shizun said, you study this manuscript first, and I'll take you to a place tomorrow morning!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for the shadow and shirt to leave.

Ink Shadow had no choice but to leave one after the other.

As soon as he came out of the courtyard, Yan Yiyi hugged him directly from behind, and said: "You promise me the method that the master said, and you are not allowed to try it! I would rather you not be able to take revenge, and I don't want you to bless any common people, I just want you to live well!"

Ink Shadow just stood quietly, letting his shirt hug him tightly. After a long time, he whispered, "Let's go!"

"Mmmmmmmm

Somehow, the two climbed onto the stone courtyard wall and sat silently, only the half-pot of wine in their hands passed in their hands.

Under the starry night sky, a slightly cool evening breeze blows, blowing up a corner of the white clothes, dancing gently, the rare insects and birds in the mountains and forests are called, accompanied by the fragrant wine, written into a song of love:

The night is silent and the evening breeze is blowing,

There are love in the sky, mountains and clouds.

......